A Few Drinks Ago.......A MIC Write #46

I confess....a few drinks ago...one...two...three

four...five..six...umm...Seven.......I was planning on just chilling out
The evening found me.....alone
home....weak......and hungry...again
filled with a want...a need.....I couldn't describe it

I was just feeling it..letting my mind run free
A lingering in the pit of my stomach....longing for satisfaction

that my mental.....nor my body cared to hide anymore
My legs and my arms needed to feel someone else.....they needed to feel you
I offer no explanation...no excuse.....

for this ravenous state I stumbled into

I was sitting there...in my own moistened stupor
feeling like a...icky....sticky... wet dream come alive under me
My nipples..hardened a long time ago...

still tingling beneath my clothes...so, I removed them
My loins burning hot...from this assault....this attack...this invasion....on my body

"The prayer closet is the arena which produces the overcomer."

Hmphhh...I couldn't even pray this one away...nawww
In the stillness of the morning...it's there...you were right there
You woke me...or did I fall semi-conscious...as the memories came flashing back
Supernatural it had to be...

the way I thought it to be...that it was just you and me

I closed my eyes....and it feels like....like ten pairs of hands were...
all over me.... fondling me...teasing me

The one that held my mouth...and I didn't complain
and with no effort at all...my resistence fell...as you whispered my name

Even if I prayed...and my prayer was answered,
I wouldn't have felt you any clearer..or, and nearer
I've slept alone for so long.....and that was to your advantage
because I've been rendered....

famnined....

hell, I'm hungry

I'm hungry

...I'm hungry, baby...feed me

Not that I could have eaten just anything..and been fulfilled

My passion is taken

I'm taken...I want you
My desires for you would never set me free
I didn't want them to

Turned on..as my own cool hands cupped my breasts..

I wanted them to be yours
Squeezing them...pulling them.....

and molding them into the shape of hands I imagine feel like yours

Feels so good to me...your fingernails grazing me..penetrating the space

all about my face...my mouth..and back
I don't protest....I can't
My body tenses
as I feel another pair of hands about my waist
sliding me to a comfortable position in your trenches
teeth clinch....well, because some fingers slide slowly, snugly inside
pushing my legs apart....to reveal the moisture amassed

I'm struggling within myself now....saying hey..you're not asleep
but, my excitement spills
I cannot hide how much I approve of you...in the middle of my spoon
Then I lose control
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and the force of all the hands
get bold..real bold....and hotter

Then...there is pulling
teasing
touching
twisting
flicking
licking
poking
stroking
groping
all over me
in a flurry of assault
and...at the moment of climax
my body shifts
and I'm lifted from the bed
Sweat dripping
speaking in tongues
I come like a rushing tide
and I fall back to the bed on my side
Delirious
tired
wired
yet satisfied...
a few drinks later

　I wonder

................

is she thinking about me

 

Also done in Spoken Word if you'd like to listen:

http://gashaus.multiply.com/music/item/268?mark_read=gashaus:music:268&replies_read=8

jakuper (9/17/09)